"The triumph of Pleasure"
ACT FOUR, SCENE ONEa few days after our last chapter:Friday 21st May 2032,but very early in the morning, after a long night:The Corn Exchange, CambridgeWe will, we will FUCK YOU!chanted the crowd.We will, we will FUCK YOU!“What a night, eh?!”...
"What will Riley do now?"
ACT THREE, SCENE ONE“Well, you’ve got some fucking gall, turning up now, after all these years!” Riley spat the words out with contempt – but some indecision, which was evident in the way her accent wavered: part of her felt...
"Riley encounters a mysterious stranger."
ACT TWO, SCENE ONEFirst a brief orchestral prelude,and we’re back to the RAF again,where it is still Friday 16th July 2060,but later in the afternoon.“Cocks and cunts!” Dr Dick held centre stage again. “It is time for us to proceed...
"The salad days of Emma Jane Cuntslicker"
It was the best of times; it was the worst of times. It was the age of headiness, of ambition, of imagination. It was the epoch of desire, indulgence and Pleasure. So it was in the season when the Enlightenment...
"the next day..."
“Evenin’, guvnor. Wha’ can I do yer for?”“Bit delicate, mate. Missus’s not too ‘appy: me tool’s too big…”“Never known a lady to complain about that!”“Well, tight squeeze, see. I mean, she wants me to do ‘er… ya know… dirt passage…”“Eh?”“‘Er…...
"hommage to the two Ronnies"
“Lovely pair o’ knockers, eh?”“Yeah.”“Love ta cop a feel o’ them buns…”“Yeah…”“… give ‘er a good poke…”“Hehe, yeah.”“I mean, ‘oo wouldn’t want ter shove ‘is tool up ‘er box?”“Yeah, right.”“Makes me knob all big jus’ finkin’ abou’ it.”“Same ‘ere.”“All righ’,...
"A Bible story (Judg. 14-16, Ps. 98, Ps. 150)"
Went Samson down to the vineyards of Timnath: and, behold, a young lion roared against him. And the Spirit of the Lord came mightily upon him, and he rent him as he would have rent a kid.And after a time...
“Back soon, mbak!” I called towards the kitchen.“Jalan-jalan?” – “Going for a walk?” came Sri’s voice, amid the clatter of pans and the scent of terasi and lemon grass.“Is that OK?” I asked.“Of course: Ningsih can help me with supper....
"What will Daphne and Lucy do now?"
CUNT IS A CONCEPT!proclaimed a banner, in gaudy capital letters.A WOMAN’S RIGHT TO COCK!demanded another.FUTA RIGHTS ARE HUMAN RIGHTS!announced a third. And a fourth posed the existential question:ASSIGNED CUNT AT BIRTH…?“God, look at them,” sneered Gaia, as she stood by...
"Daphne has an unexpected visitor."
“Ah, Mrs Stubbs! Do come in.”Mrs Stubbs was, in contradistinction to her name, tall, slender and elegant, with pale skin, gently slanting oriental eyes, her black hair formed into a soft bob which, indeed, bobbed winsomely as she entered the...